Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In gas stations with mini-marts
You'll find rows of for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Elvis
his head off and drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to a fitting shrine
Sprawled from his ghastly mansion
A shopping filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, yeah I
Will ever Elvis the place of Jesus in a thousand years?
Religious wars, barbaric
Bloodshed over, what's left of his myth?

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

pesticides get banned we're safe up north
We just sell to those other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic babies
that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em and green
For the Arizona stands
To sell alongside plastic and bird baths

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The death squads,
Foreign aid, just it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his
A boy needs his lunch

Everyone should love each other
Dip your toe into the
Drop your and lawsuits and love each other
Life begins the bunker

And while you're hugging in the streets
Outgrowing your for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to
Stick your neck out and trust, it'll be chopped

Jimmy through locked front doors
Rifle your sacred drawers
Line my pockets, deface your
'Til the cows come to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an earwig winding your brain
Bound like Lawrence spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine worse when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can you scream, scream

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

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